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Library Home	A Friend In Need To Winterbrook It was early morning, before the sun had completely risen in the sky above Camelot when Felena strode purposefully toward the stables. Several of the pages there looked at her curiously when she passed them, bowing their greetings. Felena smiled distractedly as she greeted them in return, her pace not slowing until she reached the tack room. She entered, pulled down the soft leather bridle she had woven for Silvermyst, and several other items, and headed toward the stallion's stall. He snorted welcome to her, and she smiled at him, reaching out to stroke the soft part of his muzzle. Entering the stall, she examined him carefully. The pages had indeed taken well care of her friend. She made a mental note to see that she thanked them properly. The stallion stood patiently as Felena turned to the shelf at the rear of the stall and pulled down the blanket resting there. She placed it on his back and repeated the process with his saddle, fastening it securely in place. She then gently placed the bit of the bridle into Silvermyst's mouth, sliding the straps over his ears and the reigns over his neck to hang loosely there until she completed a few other tasks. She then pulled herself easily into the saddle, and urged the stallion out of the stall and through the main doors. Pausing briefly near the side entrance to the Knights' wing of Camelot, she dismounted and went inside to gather her weapon, cloak and the provisions she would need on her journey. Cali had been waiting for her to return, and she scooped him up, now almost fully grown and too big to fit into her pocket. She placed him into the leather sling she had fashioned for the purpose of carrying him with her, and he settled in, purring softly with his head poking out the top. The sling allowed her to keep her hands free in case she should need her weapons while they traveled. Remounting, she spoke gently into Silvermyst's mind as they headed south toward her former home of Winterbrook. They traveled until the sun was well past the its peak in the sky before Felena stopped to rest a bit. The area was green with foliage, a running stream just a few feet away, and she dropped Silvermyst's reins allowing him to graze freely while she took a seat on a log near the stream. Cali jumped down from his riding place and accepted a piece of fowl Felena offered him. She picked the rest of the meat off the bones, sharing it with Cali and rinsed her hands in the water and then replenished their water supply. The threesome then continued on their way. Encounter in the Inn It was well past nightfall when they came upon a small inn and she entered, the hood of her cloak pulled over her head until she had fully surveyed those in the common room. Reaching out with her senses, she did a sweep of the room, and feeling no immediate danger seated herself at a table near the doorway. The innkeep approached her warily, as the hood still hid her face, and took her order for a bowl of Owlbear stew and bread, a mug of chilly mead and a bowl of warm cream for Cali. Though she was a knight, and fully capable of defending herself against an attack, she felt it prudent to avoid attention being drawn to herself. A woman, traveling alone invited all sorts of unwanted situations, and she was in no mood to parry the advances of male travelers already well into their cups. She payed the innkeep generously when he returned with her meal, made arrangements for Silvermyst's care, and obtained lodgings for the night. The stew was well seasoned, and plentiful, and she became full before she had finished half of it. She offered several pieces of the meat to Cali, who sat on the bench next to her, belly full of the warm cream she had purchased for him. Having eaten her fill, she pushed the bowl across the table and took up her mug, drinking deeply of the honey flavored liquid. It was chilled to perfection, and though it was an exceptional offering, it still paled in comparison to her sister Allsfaire's brew. She sat quietly, Cali curled at her side, cloak still over her head, and watched the crackling fire. It was then that she heard the door to the common room open, a gust of wind slamming the door against the wall. In the opening, stood a giant of a man, perhaps 250 stones heavy. He had to bend to enter the generously cut doorway, and all eyes turned to him as he stepped into the room. He looked at the offending door, which closed itself at his will, and swept the hood off of his head. She could feel him reaching out with his senses, and in response secured her mental barriers in place so that he might not breach her mind. The barriers had become quite strong, and he would not be able to pass them without causing her considerable pain. The traveler's gaze rested upon her, she could sense it even though she had not met his gaze. After a bit, she lifted her head and met his curious glance, her hood falling from around her face. An evil smile curled his lips, though she did not turn from it. Cali, sensing her unrest, rose from his nap to sit beside her, attentive to the scene unfolding. "So, what have we here," he said, moving toward her table. Felena sighed deeply, knowing trouble was inevitable. "A lass, unescorted in these parts? My, my!" His evil chuckle echoed through the room, and the others there just watched, as if they feared him worse than death. "You speak to a knight of the Round Table, sir, not just a 'traveling lass'. I will thank thee to trouble me not with thy foolish advances, for I am in no mood just now to deal with them." He lifted an eyebrow in response and said, "Quite small for a Knight are ye not? Ye do not look so threatening to me, young lass." Those seated in the common room responded with muted chuckles. "Might I remind thee sir, that it does not take imposing size to be an expert spell caster? Again, I warn thee, do not trouble me. I wish to finish my meal in peace." He threw his head back and laughed, long and hard, Felena looking upon him unimpressed. She sat quietly, judging her location, and surveying the room. Again, the man spoke, "Come now, lass, surely ye wish a spot of company this night." He grinned at those seated around him, as if enlisting their support. "Company is the furthest thing from my mind, sir," she responded. " I wish merely to be left in peace." Surprised that he had not made her shrink in fear, he moved menacingly toward her, Cali responding by folding back his ears, hissing a warning at the man. Felena reached out, calming Cali with her touch, all the while keeping visual contact with her oppressor. "Do not step any closer sir. I do not wish trouble this night." "Trouble? That is indeed what ye shall have, Lady Knight. I am not used to having my wishes thwarted by a mere woman!!" As he spoke, he reached out, grabbing her by the arm and pulled her easily from her seat on the bench. As soon as her feet touched the floor once again, Felena's hands began glowing red, and she locked them onto the arms of her attacker. She allowed the full force of the spell to flow through her, down her arms centering into her hands, burning her hand prints into his flesh to his utter astonishment. His eyes glossed over with pain, and he released her, crumbling to his knees. Felena immediately cast her spells of preparation for what she was sure would be a continuation of this encounter. To her surprise, the man did not rise from his knees. She stood at the ready, nonetheless, waiting and watching warily. "M'lady, I beg mercy," he said to her, not raising his eyes from the floor. "I am but a rogue fighter with no spell casting abilities to speak of save a few tricks like closing doors. I would not stand a chance against thee in battle. I stand defeated before all these assembled here, and pledge to thee my fealty if thee wouldst but grant me my life." Felena looked upon him there, in his shame, and spoke calmly and evenly to him, though there was no doubt in the minds of those present that she meant what she did say. "Raise thy eyes from the floor and meet my gaze, sir!" The man did so, and she continued, sweeping the room with her gaze as she spoke. "My name is Lady Felena MacRorie, Knight of the Round Table. Our order is sworn to uphold peace and protect the innocent in Tyr's name. I take that vow seriously," she said directly to the man before her. "I shall pass through here regularly, as this town is on my route from Camelot to my home in Winterbrook. Should I ever find that thou has returned to thy menacing ways of intimidation, I shall personally see that ye suffer thy just punishment." She met his eyes, then and asked. "Do I make myself perfectly clear?" "Aye, m'lady, ye do indeed!" he exclaimed, cowering in fear of possible retribution. "In addition to what I have said to thee thus far, I assign thee to protect this inn from interlopers, such as thyself, under the supervision of yon innkeep. I shall have regular communication with him as to the performance of said duties. Do not fail to keep thy vow!" Her gaze rested upon him, eyes meeting his with full determination. He held the gaze briefly, then again looked to the floor. "I shall do as thou hast instructed, M'lady MacRorie. Ye shall have no reason pursue further punishment. For my word is my bond." "Rise then from the floor, that I might see to thy wounds," Felena said to him, motioning to the bench at her table. The man looked at her in surprise, having not expected further mercy from the Knight, though he rose and took a seat on the bench. Felena reached into her pouch, pulling forth a jar of the healing salve made in her home of Winterbrook. She paused for a moment, as the healing properties of the salve left virtually no scars behind, considering whether to leave the marks of her hands upon his arms as a reminder would be deserved. She pushed the thought from her mind though, feeling as though he had been punished enough for one night. Setting the jar upon the table, she settled into a healing trance, kneeling before him and placing her hands onto the wounds they had made. She could feel the flesh repairing itself under her touch, and worked until the raw scars were all that could be seen. She then spread a generous portion of the salve upon the wounds, placing a little of the salve into a clean cloth and presenting it to him with instructions to apply it again for the next several nights. He thanked her again for her generosity, as she placed the jar into her pack, drained her mug of mead, now room temperature to her disappointment. She nodded acknowledgment to him as she gathered her belongings and scooped Cali up from his place on the bench, turning toward the stairway leading to her room. "M'lady MacRorie?" His voice was quiet and humble. She turned back to him, meeting his gaze and waited for him to continue. "Might I offer my services in seeing to thy horse, and then standing guard at thy door this night that ye may rest comfortably?" She smiled at him in response, nodded her thanks and continued to her room. True to his word, she found him standing guard at her door when she opened it the next morning as she went down the stairs to the common room to break her fast. Her morning meal consisted of fruit of the vine, bread and warm gruel, which she ate quickly so that she might continue on her journey with no further ado. Having gathered all her belongings, she preceded into the adjoining stables to retrieve Silvermyst, who to her surprise had been prepared for their departure, and stood at the ready. She saw his shadow near the stall, and turned to him, thanking him for caring for Silvermyst. As she pulled herself into the saddle, the man bowed to her, assuring her she would hear of no further trouble from him. She smiled in response, saying she would expect that to be the case, as she rode out of the stables to resume her journey to Winterbrook. Winterbrook Revisited She continued her journey south, through Westbridge, turning west toward her home. She could see the hills of Red Larch trees in the distance, marking the forest through which she would travel. She smiled to herself, feeling stronger than she had on her previous visit this way. The town lay just ahead of her, illuminated in the rising sun, a sight to behold indeed. She urged Silvermyst ahead at a canter and closed the distance quickly. The first thing she noticed, as she entered the town was the atmosphere. She recalled how the townspeople looked at her last time she was there, staring from the safety of their doorways. This time they were milling around, an open air market in operation now, laughing and smiling at one another. They appeared relaxed and content as they went about their daily tasks. Quite a change indeed from the looks of fear she noticed before. Felena pulled Silvermyst to a halt in front of the General Store, dismounted and went inside, Cali in tow, to obtain supplies for the fortnight she would be staying at MacRorie Castle. She took her time browsing as the shopkeeper was otherwise engaged helping another customer. Taking up a woven handbasket provided for the use of the shop's customers, Felena began placing several items to her liking within. She was examining a jar of local preserves when the shopkeeper approached her. "That is a fine mix of gooseberries and dewberries, M'lady," she said to her. Felena smiled at the woman and responded, "Indeed it appears so. It has been some time since I have tasted the like upon warm bread." She placed a jar of the preserves into the basket and inquired regarding a few other staples she would need. The shopkeeper bustled away to the counter to fill Felena's order. As she rounded the wheatmeal bin, Felena's eyes scanned the walls of the shop. They were filled with food items, books, fabric, and all manner of items one would need to pass the day. She approached the fabric, fingering the delicate materials she had found in no other place in the realms. She smiled broadly as she looked to her left. There lay the most beautiful lace she had ever beheld. Delicate loops formed an intricate design along the edge of a tea colored lace approximately 2 finger breadth wide. Next to the lace lay a deep green fabric, a blend of silk and wool. She reached for the lace, spreading a length of it onto the fabric, and stepped back a few feet to take in the effect. The shopkeeper, having placed the items Felena requested onto the counter, came to stand beside her. She too smiled at the effect of the lace against the green. Felena instructed the woman to cut several lengths of the fabric and lace, payed her for the items she had obtained and stood to wait while the woman bundled it all together. As Felena reached for the bundle, the sun shining into the window caught the MacRorie ring attracting the interest of the shopkeeper. The woman reached for Felena's hand, asking "May I?" Felena nodded to the woman. She examined the emerald carefully, taking full notice of the MacRorie crest thereon. She gasped, looked again at Felena, and then back at the ring. "Is it possible? Are thee the child of Baron MacRorie?" "Aye, lady, I am Felena MacRorie," she smiled in reply. "I have come back to this place to see to the security of my father's holding, until I am able to return again to take up residence in MacRorie Castle once more." The shopkeeper looked at her in awe, never having dreamed of seeing the Lady return after the horror that had befallen the castle, both previously and more recently with the defeat of her half brother. They spoke briefly of Felena's plans for the castle and the length of her planned stay, and when she hoped to return. "Need thee anything else, m'lady?" the shopkeeper asked. "Nae, I thank thee. I believe I shall browse the market for a time." The woman then offered to have the bundle delivered to the castle so that she might do her shopping unencumbered. Felena smiled and accepted the offer, and exited the shop. She spent the next several hours strolling through the booths of the market, Cali peaking through the top of the sling observing the many people milling about. She stopped frequently, examining the wares offered by the different vendors, purchasing a few to bring back with her to Camelot. As she approached the toymaker's display, her attention was drawn to a delicately carved doll, made in the image of a maiden, dressed in gossamer and lace. The features were the most exquisite she had ever seen, and she thought immediately of Jouvance when she saw it. She purchased the doll, having the craftsman wrap it carefully for the journey back to Camelot, and moved along. She spoke to many of the townspeople who greeted her enthusiastically, having heard of her presence from the shopkeeper. Her reception thrilled her, and she thought again of the difference in the atmosphere of the town, almost as though it had been reborn. Offers of service were given and considered, Felena making a list of names upon a parchment scroll for later consideration. Having finished her shopping, Felena retrieved Silvermyst and continued on the last leg of her journey to her home. She was overcome with mixed emotions regarding reentering the castle, wondering if she should have brought someone with her, but knowing there were just some things she must handle alone. She had not disturbed her parents' room when she last had been there, and she knew that she must meet the task head on this time. She followed the familiar trail through the grove of Red Larch trees, through the field of wildflowers flanking the estate, and rounded the corner to enter from the front. The draw bridge was down, and Silvermyst's hooves echoed as they passed into the courtyard. She looked with interest at the several horses and wagon secured in the courtyard, wondering who might be there. Instinctively reaching out with her senses, she scanned for danger, and having felt none, she dismounted and entered the main hall. She placed Cali on the floor and allowed him to explore, removed her cloak and Cali's sling. The smell of bread baking assailed her upon her entry, and fresh flowers had been placed upon the main table. She looked around curiously, scanning again for danger. Still she sensed none. "This is quite odd," she thought to herself. As she turned again, the door to the kitchen opened and a woman entered the main hall carrying a tray of bread, fruit juice, spiced almond tea and a small bowl of the preserves she had purchased earlier that morning. Also on the tray was a saucer of cream. "Welcome home, m'lady," the woman said to her with a warm smile. She placed the tray upon the main table and waited for Felena to take a seat. She then placed the bowl of cream where Cali would see it when he returned from his exploration. She then poured her a cup of the tea, and asked if she required anything else. Felena smiled at her, shaking her head, still astounded at the effort that had been put forth in such a short time. She asked the woman her name, and inquired regarding family in the area, motioning her to sit with her while she finished her afternoon tea and bread. The woman replied that she was a widow, her daughter and son both grown and married though still living in the area giving her name as Madeline McLean. They discussed her desire to serve as Felena's cook, the woman's previous experience at managing the staff of a similar sized estate, and coordinating schedules. Felena listened with interest, making mental notes as she spoke. The snack the woman had prepared, although simple, was wonderful. The bread light and tasteful, the tea spiced perfectly. As she finished her meal, the others, who had accompanied Madeline to prepare for Felena's arrival, entered the main hall, bowing greetings to her. She spoke to each of them individually, one a young girl by the name of Cesali, of maybe 16 summers, seeking to serve as maid to Felena. An older gentleman by the name of Eduard, with gardening experience, seeking to serve as caretaker of the estate and surrounding gardens. Another younger gentleman by the name of Gerald, wishing to serve as stable master, and to help Felena begin to build a small garrison to re-establish protection of Winterbrook and the surrounding areas previously entrusted into the care of Baron MacRorie. She discovered in the conversations with those before her, that they had been asked to represent the townspeople in establishing a time where Felena might hold an informal court where she might be properly greeted and discuss with them her intentions for the protection of the area. Her intent had been to stay no longer than a fortnight, but as they spoke, she wondered if she need extend her visit for a while longer. After speaking with them for a time, Felena rose and took her leave of them, stating that she would consider what had been said very carefully, and would let them know by the end of the day what her decision was. She needed to review her finances, and she also wished to see if the secret panel in her parents room had been disturbed by her half brother when he had been there. If it had been undiscovered, then there was a possibility that part of her inheritance might still be there. She would need it to see that the holdings were properly cared for, until the customary small tithe's could be put in place in return for her vow to protect them. She had much planning to do in a short period of time, and so she retired to her father's library to make plans for what was to become of MacRorie Castle, and the surrounding areas. Excerpt form the Journal of Windgrey, Knight of the Round Table. It has been many months since I set quill to this tome. Many momentous things have occurred in my life since last I sat at my desk, here in my room, at Camelot. Of course, it is not the same room as the last time. My new station is a result of my new status, that of Knight. Along with my induction came better living quarters, an increase of status and many other responsibilities and privileges that I will go into later. My life has taken many twists and turns since the days that I was squire to my friend Tuvor. What I had thought would be the best time of my life has turned to a dry and bitter memory, as if my food had turned to chalk. The G0ssamer and I had been engaged to be married. I loved her like none before, more than life itself, yet our life together was not to be. The day before my induction I learned that my hopes where to be dashed on the rocky shore of fate. It cast a pall over my induction that I will never forget. In the days that followed I wandered about the realms, area's both know and unknown, in search of sucrase, but found none. For months I wandered, returning to Camelot for a day here, a week there, yet never finding rest or comfort. Days on the road stretched to weeks and weeks to months. The dust of the trail became my constant companion, loneliness my only friend. Many foes came forward to assail me, many quests fell unto me to accomplish for the weak and faint of heart. Many friends I met on the way to and from where ever I was going. On a day, I can not remember, in a town I can not place, I met upon the road my brother Tuvor, Baron Knight of Kort and my former sponsor. He introduced me to a young page whom went by the name Felena MacRorie. I could see that they where more than friends, and I was truly happy for them. We traveled together for some time, each masking the pain and emptiness in each other. For many days we traveled together, and I grew to respect Felena and like forward to the time when I could call her sister. After a few days we parted, each to go our separate ways. Solitary wandering was my way, and I grew to enjoy it. Many marvelous things I saw, under the skies of the Realms, in the caverns under the Realms, under the Seas of the Realms. I encountered many Knights upon the road, and we traveled for a time. From some of them I learned of Tuvor's intention to take his lady friend as squire. I sought him out and gave him my humble advice, that I did think it was such a good idea. I do not know what came over me at that point. Perhaps the mighty will of Tyr exerted itself upon me for I offered to endeavor to instruct the young page in the ways of Knighthood. It was then that I took my first squire. The months after that decision were filled with instruction, and I believe that I learned more than I was able to impart to the young squire. The stories of our journeys together would fill many books of this size, and the ink required to pen them all would bankrupt a Knight of my modest fortune. Let it be sufficient to say that we traveled extensively together. Her induction was, perhaps, the most happy time of my life for me, happier for me even than my own induction. Yet, once again, the old creeping emptiness took me. I determined that I would exercise this demon from within me. I returned to Camelot one day, in the dead of night. Using spells of concealment and methods taught to me by the Drow I stole my way into my Quarters. I knew that, had I not been a Knight, I never would have made it past the wards placed about the stronghold, but I am a Knight, and the wards recognized that and permitted me past. I snuck into my room and stripped myself of my armor and weapons, all my magical vestments and protection. Through the same path I entered I left, knowing that my things would be safer there than anywhere else in the realms. My mare, Gamble, I left in the stables trusting the pages to care for her and exercise her. Into the woods I walked. I walked for days upon end, taking water only once a day, taking food not at all. I wished to purify my body, in anticipation of the purification of my spirit. After many days of walking and praying to Tyr I came upon a clearing in the woods. I remember feeling strong as I walked into the glade, yet as I reached the middle I could no longer stand. It was funny, for I had been without food for many days, yet this was the first time I could remember feeling weak. I feel to my knees. I knew that I would not be able to rise again. As I knelt there I prayed to Tyr. I asked him what I had done to incur his wraith, I asked for his help in filling the void of my life. I prayed and prayed I beseeched Tyr with all my heart, with all my soul, with all my being. I prayed and prayed. Soon day became night and then night day, but not day, rather a divine sun rise happened that night in my glade. I gazed upon the manifestation of my Lord. What he showed to me that night, in the glade I don't not remember all, I remember is the bright, divine light that he reveled unto me, and the blindness that followed. Yes the great God Tyr struck me blind. He slacked my thirst and quelled my hunger and took my sight from me. Lost in the woods I wandered for days, wondering why Tyr had cast this mighty curse upon me. After a time, during which I followed no trail, I began to hear the sounds of human voices. I made my way, as best I could, toward the sounds of a town or village. Stumbling my way down, what I could now tell, was a trail I was suddenly grabbed by the arm by a strong hand, not unkindly. I can only imagine what I must have looked like to the fellow, blind, unwashed penniless, my clothes in a state more rag like than the fine raiment of a Knight of the Round Table. "Come my friend" he said to me "let me help you." I could only grope toward him and shake my head in acceptance, for I felt as I would soon die. He took me to his place of employment but stopped at the front door. "Hmmmm" he growled "we can not go in the front door, what with you in this condition, it would scare off half the customers, and I have been commanded not to let evil befall this place." He walked me around to what I assume was the back of the building and led me in a door that must have been the kitchen door, from the smells that assaulted me. He must have seen the feral look on my face for he said "no friend, nothing for you to eat until you have cleaned up." He then took my arm, firmly and purposefully and lead me to a chamber off the mail floor. Stripping me down he proceeded to wash the filth from my body. As the water played over my face I was able to drink enough to croak out a few questions. "Where am I" I asked and was surprised to learn that I had wandered into an Inn just on the outskirts of Red Larch. "Who are you sir, whom has so kindly taken me under thy care?" "Why" he answered, "my name is Robert and I am the.... watchman of this inn, having been ordered to let no harm befall this place." "I understand" I said as I helped him wash me as best I could, without the aid of my eyes. That day Robert was good enough to wash me and feed me. Oh it certainly was not the best the inn had to offer, but, as they say, beggars can not be choosey and I was glad to receive what ever he was kind enough to give me. That night as Robert was seeing to my comfort, in the stables, I told him my identity as a Knight of the Round Table. Not surprisingly he laughed at me. "Sir! I have met only one such Knight in my days here, yet I can tell from your.... condition that you are no such a person." I knew that he meant me no harm so I merely smiled as left me in the stable for the night. As I began to drift off to sleep I wondered what I would do, now that Tyr had taken my sight, how I would get by in the Realms, and how I could get a message to Camelot, telling them of my plight. A Friend in Need The sun filtering through the generously sized windows in her father's library began to wan in the day's progression into early evening, and Felena sat at the massive desk pouring over the books and journals her father had left. She was very thankful that he had carefully documented all of the information she would need to take up the care of the holding. He had been painstakingly religious about his entries, and she found herself smiling as she recalled him sitting at his desk, brow wrinkled in concentration. Still, no matter how busy he might have been, he would always look up at her when she entered, giving full attention to her childish drawings or stories of her days' adventures. She sighed, a slight feeling of melancholy coming on, though she pushed it from her, not allowing her feelings to confuse the matter at hand. Her father's records indicated that the holding reached from Winterbrook, to the outskirts of Red Larch to the southeast, and into the unmapped areas to the west. Some of the smaller farms and communities to the immediate north were also indicated in the record. The garrison had consisted of some 100 soldiers, half of whom were residents within the castle compound, with a reserve of another 100 who could be called up if the need arose. They had rotated through duties in a cycle, with the off compound soldiers assuming daily duties, and rotation through the night watch. She knew that at the very least, all 50 of the resident soldiers had been slain along with her parents, and surely a good many of the others, as well as townspeople who had reacted to the invasion. She wondered how many of the originals she could muster, and how many others could be recruited. She unrolled the parchment scroll upon which her notes had been made through out her day, considering each name there with individual concentration. Cesali seemed to be an intelligent girl, somewhat reserved, though Felena did notice a twinkle of mischief in her eyes. She chuckled to herself. The girl reminded her of the days of her youth, not so many summers removed, as Felena was just entering her 20th year, having spent the 3 years since the slaughter of her family in Camelot. She felt much older than her limited number of years in the realms would seem to suggest, her experiences having aged her in wisdom if not years. She placed a mark beside the girl's name, indicating her decision to employ her. She did the same beside the names of Eduard, Madeline and Gerald, after considering others who had expressed similar interest to her as she had roamed the market, as well as a young boy by the name of Brice who would serve as stableboy under the supervision of Gerald. Satisfied with her intial selections, Felena exited the library to inform them of her decision. She followed the sounds of activity coming from the direction of the kitchen, and was pleasantly greeted with the smells of roast pork and herbs as she crossed the main hall. Madeline was hard at work preparing the evening meal as she entered the kitchen, and Felena smiled, again secure in her decision to hire the woman. "M'lady!" Madeline greeted her as she turned from the vegetables she was preparing. "Did ye require some refreshment?" "Nae, Madeline," Felena answered her, smiling warmly. "Please do not let me disturb thee. I just wanted to tell thee that I would be most pleased to have thee as part of my household." The woman smiled broadly, accepting the offer with enthusiasm. Felena instructed her to meet with her in the library following the evening meal, and asked that she pass the information on to the others she had chosen to do the same. They would discuss the details of Felena's expectations for each of them at that time. It was as she finished the last of the perfectly seasoned meal Madeline had prepared, that a messanger entered the main hall, scroll in hand, seeking the Lady MacRorie. Gerald brought him to her, and then moved a discrete distance away to allow for privacy, but close enough to be within call should his Lady need him. She accepted the scroll, bearing no seal, from the messanger and bid him wait for a reply. It read: Greetings to thee, Noble Lady! I bear news from the Swinging Sword Inn, as thee hast bid me, m'lady. I have, upon this day past, quite shortly after thy departure, come across a man, the poor soul blind and penniless. I had found him roaming in the forests to the west of Red Larch, and took him in to bathe and offer him nourishment. Though not uncommon to find one such as he in the realms, what struck me as odd, was his claim to be one Windgrey, Knight of the Round Table. Considering his condition, and his lack of weapon or armour, I have sincere doubts as to the truth of his claim. However, should he truly be one of thy bretheren, I thought ye would wish to be informed of his present location and condition. May the Light shine favorably upon thee, m'lady Robert Halbrendt Caretaker, Inn of the Hippogriff Red Larch North Felena sat there in shock for a brief moment, the news taking her breath from her. Could it truly be Grey in such dire condition? He had been gone from Camelot for many moons prior to her departure, and she knew the possiblity was good that it was indeed him. Gathering her senses, and quickly rising to her feet, Felena looked at Gerald, who had come to stand beside her, having noticed her alarm at the content of the scroll. "Please saddle Silvermyst immediately, and have him waiting in the courtyard. I wish for thee to accompany me as well, for we journey south and must make haste." She knew it was several hour's ride, even at a fast gallop. She quickly penned a reply to Robert, instructing him to see to the comfort of the man who was in his care. Bidding the messanger make haste in its delivery, she prayed that Tyr watch over her brother until she could reach him. She then hurried down the hall to don her cloak and gather her weapon and shield, and then proceded to gather together some healing herbs she had kept in the case of need. Pulling on her gauntlets and bracers, she quickly exited her room, through a side door leading into the courtyard to find Gerald waiting there with Silvermyst. She pulled herself into the saddle, and spoke briefly to Gerald, informing him of their purpose. He looked upon her with added respect as she reacted to the situation in the manner of a Knight, emotions in check, and determination on her face. They were on their way without further delay, urging their mounts to their limits, that they might reach Windgrey quickly. She spoke into Silvermyst's mind, soothing and encouraging him onward at greater speeds, the stallion, having sensed the urgency by virtue of their bond, responding with all his ability. They closed the gap between Red Larch North and Winterbrook in a little over 2 hours, Felena dismounting Silvemyst before he had come to a full halt. Robert stood in the doorway of the inn, awaiting her arrival, and then led her to a room in the inn where, he informed her, the man had been placed. She fingered the dagger at her waist, and handed her enchanted longsword and mirrored shield to Gerald who stood by her side, alert to any possible danger. Robert stood to her right, her satchel of herbs in his hand. Felena paused briefly, casting spells of protection, and Praying to Tyr, asking his Blessing before they entered the room. She knocked softly upon the door, and answer came from the man to enter, although the voice was so hoarse she could not tell if it was Grey. She reached for the door handle then, and opened the door slowly. The man sat before a roaring fire blazing on the hearth, and though his back was to her, she knew instinctively that it was indeed Windgrey. Their time together through her squireship had solidified a special bond between them. She would know him anywhere, in any condition. He sat unmoving, as though he were lost, and she went to his side, speaking softly to him. "Grey?" It was the only word she spoke, and he knew immediately that it was she who had spoken. For she was the one person in the realms who addressed him as such. The Light I spent that night in the stables, sleeping on a bed of hay, with the animals. It was not the most comfortable night I have ever spent, but neither was it the least. I was awoken some time later by Robert, the caretaker. It was an interesting experience, that sleep, for it was only then that I realized I had lost all track of time. I didn't know if it was day or night, as I has no reference. As he lead me outside I felt the sun upon my face and somehow knew that it was in the east...morning then. The blessed warmth caressed my face, in much the same manner that a lover would, both at the break of day. As I reached up to touch my face I felt, for the first time, the sharp points of my cheek bones protruding almost through my skin. I had to ask Robert to stop for a moment as I was suddenly dizzy. I stood swaying in the street for a length of time measurable only in heartbeats as I wondered what a sight I must have been to the poor man whom had befriended me. After I felt able to, I allowed him to lead me on. At first I was sure that he was going to put me back out on the street, penniless and filthy as I was but once again he lead me into the kitchen. It is funny... I have heard it said that blind people compensate for their lack of vision with a heightened acuity of the other sense, yet I did not find this to be the case for me. Yet I did not need any extra powers of hearing to hear all the people stop what they were doing as I entered. Once again I asked myself what I must look like to these people and, for once, I was glad that I was not dressed as a Knight, for I did not wish to bring shame upon my order. Robert was kind enough to lead me through the kitchen with no remarks to the staff and for the first time I wondered where he was leading me. We entered what I believe was the main hall of the inn and turned to go up the stairs. I was lead to a guest room. "Robert" I addressed him "you know that I am unable to pay for lodgings here in your fine establishment." He answered me directly "Don't worry about that my Lord" he said to me "lodgings have been arranged for you." "You have been able I assume Robert, to verify my claim to Knighthood?" It was then that he stepped away from me and I heard fear and trepidation in his voice "I am so very sorry my Lord Windgrey, for having ever doubted your claim, please forgive me." If I had been able to see the man I would have stared at him, wondering what could have caused him to fear the wrath of the Round Table so. Instead I laughed out loud. "My friend, feel no fear on my part! If I had been in your shoes I certainly would have felt the same way. You have shown me nothing but kindness since I arrived here and I tell you now, that you have the respect and thanks of at least one Knight of the Round Table." He helped me to a chair and asked that I be seated. He left me then briefly and returned shortly. "I have drawn you another bath milord, and fetched you some more suitable clothing." After I had bathed, with Roberts help I was able to change into the clothes he had provided. I did not ask where he had come by them for I would probably not have wanted to put them on after I found out. As I dressed myself I took the opportunity to feel my flanks and what I felt was alarming to say the least. I could easily feel each rib as it protruded from my chest, my hips were as prominent as those of an under fed mule and my buttocks had deteriorated to nothing. My legs where as sticks that had fallen from a sick tree and dried out. It took all of my will just to remain on my feet long enough to dress myself with out help. "Robert!" I called as loud as I could, which sounded like a frog croaking. He must have been standing just outside the door for he burst into the room as if running from a demon. I asked him to take me back to my rooms. When we arrived there I asked, no more correctly, I ordered him to bring food and start a fire. He must have sensed that I was displeased with something for he scurried about the room getting a fire started without a word. I sat in a chair and waited for him to finish. I waited for him to bring my repast as I had asked and when he did I said not a word as he placed it in front of me and instructed me as to what was where on the plate. Once again I waited for him to leave before I tried to feed myself. I was able to choke down only a mouthful of what I believe was owl bear stew, but tasted like the cold ashes from a long dead fire. I assure you reader that the fare at that inn is some of the finest in all the Realms and I should cast no doubt upon that fact, yet it was the foul mood that had overcome me that caused my food to stick like thorns from a rose in my throat. I pushed it away from me ungently and was almost gratified to hear it fall to the floor, with much clatter and noise. For hours I sat in that chair in front of the fire, shifting from position to position, as I could not find comfort with my bones poking through my skin. The anger burning inside of me as such that it rivaled the heat coming off the blazing fire. "What have I done O mighty Tyr to deserve this curse you have laid upon my brow?" I longed to scream these words at the top of my lungs, yet I knew that Tyr must have heard them in any case, for he knows even the deepest secrets of my heart. What sin had I committed that was so grievous that I must be punished this way. All I had done was ask him to show me the how to fill the hole inside myself and he had created another one. How was I to understand the meaning of his message to me. For hours I sat and wailed to Tyr silently. No insight came to me in those hours, only more questions. As I was readying myself to drop to my knees and beg Tyr to grant me an audience, even if I had to die to see him, I heard the door to my room open. As I was drawing breath to vent my bile on this intruder I heard the last voice I had expected to hear, the last voice that I wanted to hear, for it belonged to the last person I would have wanted to see me in the condition I was in. "Grey?" It was Felena. I tried to turn away from her, but she was healthy and strong. She moved fast and knelt at my side. She took my hand and I could feel her getting ready to fall deeply into a healing trance. "No Felena!" I spoke as forcefully as I was able. "For this is not the spell of some mere mortal enemy that hasbrought me down. No! It is the gift" I sneered "of Tyr himself!" I stood and faced her. At just that moment a staggering pain gripped my head, the like of which I had never before felt. It came from the inside of my skull and felt as if my head would burst on the spot. I do not know if I cried out or not, but I was driven to my knees and then, for the second time in my life, I saw the divine light of a God. The pain was unbearable, but I bore it. The light was so bright that I knew that any chance I had of seeing ever again was being burned from me. It was at that moment, that moment of blinding clarity, that moment of unendurable pain, that I knew that I had been trifling with a God. Yes I knew that Tyr had heard my prayers, yes I knew that it was he that had taken from me my sight, yes I knew that I would never see again. Then I saw. I SAW and I knew that Tyr had indeed heard my prayers and had answered them, for the first thing I saw was the most beautiful thing a man had been gifted to see. I thought at first that I was staring at the naked face of a Goddess. It took me a few minutes to realize that it was not a Goddess that I looked at but, my former squire Felena. I stared at her for a moment, tried to rise to my feet, and promptly fainted. The Vigil She knelt at his side and began to settle into a healing trance. She knew in her heart that what ever had brought Windgrey to this condition was a force greater than any she had ever before encountered. She wished Iser were here, for she wondered if it was within her capabilities to heal him. To her surprise, he recoiled at her touch, and she was taken aback. His next words shocked her to the core of her being. NO Felena! he said to her, the force of his words cutting through her as though she had been pierced by the sharpest of daggers. She started to protest, but was cut off again with the vehemence of his next words. For this is not the spell of some mere mortal enemy that has brought me down. No! It is the gift of Tyr Himself. She was speechless. She searched for the words to comfort him, but could find none. She watched him stand, and was startled when he grabbed his head in severe pain. A sense of panic seemed to grab at her from the darkness, as she recalled the force of her evil brother s hold upon her mind that night so long ago. She scanned for the evil which could have assaulted him so, but found none. She reached for him as he crumbled to his knees, screaming for Robert and Gerald who looked on in mute horror from the doorway. They rushed through the door, as she noticed a brief change in Windgrey s appearance. He seemed to see her for the first time since she had come through the door, although she could not be sure. Robert reached his side first, as Grey made an attempt to regain his feet. It was then that he fainted. Robert caught him and gently eased him to the floor, Felena reacting automatically, settling into a trance to seek out any injuries inflicted by the onslaught of pain she had witnessed. To her surprise, she found that he was in a deep sleep, as though he had been given a sleeping potion. The blindness seemed to be gone. She took the opportunity to search for any other visible or hidden wounds. All she found, was marked malnourishment and dehydration, which she had already surmised by his appearance. Puzzled at the unconsciousness, and troubled by the force that had rendered him so, Felena settled back onto her knees and thought things through. She recalled his last words before loosing consciousness, that it was Tyr who had taken his sight from him. A concerned frown wrinkled her brow as she looked at him. Rising to her feet, she instructed Robert and Gerald to move him to the bed, and to restore the dwindling fire. They moved him gently, and quickly responded to her bidding. As Gerald stoked the fire, Robert went downstairs to retrieve cool water and towels. She had also requested that he obtain some clear broth and tea for Grey, immediately upon his awakening. Still puzzled by his condition, she moved distractedly to the window and looked out into the night sky. She prayed to Tyr for even the briefest of explanation as to what had brought the mighty knight to such a dire state. Robert entered the room again, carrying the requested bowl of cool water and clean towels. Motioning for him to place it near the bed, she thanked them both for their help, and asked that they depart the room. As they turned to leave, Felena stopped them again, requesting that at least one of them remain within earshot through out the long night ahead. Additionally she asked that Robert send for the messenger who had delivered the scroll to her earlier, that she might send word to Camelot of Windgrey s condition. She quickly penned a reply to her sister Blackcoral telling her of the situation and asking her to meet them at MacRorie Castle a few days hence. She then rolled the scroll and set her wax seal upon it, that Coral might know it was from her. Handing it to the messenger, she stressed upon him the importance of seeing that it be delivered personally into the hand of the Lady Blackcoral herself. She did not wish to leave the receipt of the message to chance. He bowed to her and exited the room, and Felena closed the door quietly behind him. Moving to the bowl Robert had set near the bedside, Felena dipped the towels into the cool water, after adding some essence of lemons for their refreshing effect. She placed the cool towel upon the forehead of the sleeping Windgrey, and brought up a chair to sit near his side, to keep a vigilant watch. The night grew long, and still he did not stir. She replaced the towels as soon as the coolness dissipated, casting waking spells upon herself when she felt herself become drowsy. She repeated the process through out the night, and into the morning as the sun broke through the window, with the promise of the new day. Still he did not wake. And still, she remained at his side, taking no nourishment, even at the urging of Robert and Gerald. She could not eat, not while Grey slept. She spent the day by his side, holding his hand, and praying to Tyr to return him to her, when she was not replacing the cool towels. The waking spells she had been casting upon herself were becoming less effective as she sat into the second night, still at his side. She could feel the weariness over take her ability to concentrate, and found herself nodding off more frequently, though each time she began to drift, she waved her hand before her eyes, casting again the waking spell. Robert approached her quietly, offering her some tea, begging her to take a moment away from Grey s side, that she might rest. She smiled wearily at him, meeting his concerned gaze, and politely refused his offer. She promised him that she would sleep where she was, if she felt the need. Taking Grey s hand in hers once more, she knelt at his bedside, and prayed again to Tyr, begging for him to allow Grey to awaken. Tears fell unbidden from her tired eyes, as she implored the mighty Tyr for his mercy. Taking her familiar place, in the chair at his side, she felt the weariness begin to overtake her again. It was then that she knew she could no longer fight the urge to sleep. The moon was fully into its cycle, when she placed her head upon the hand that still held Grey s. It was thus, that Robert found her when he entered the room at the break of the next day. He did not disturb Felena as he stoked the fire, nor did he attempt to awaken her. Instead, he sat quietly by the fire, keeping watch over them both. The sun was shining brightly into the window when Grey began to stir. He opened his eyes, blinking away the brightness as he attempted to focus. She was not aware of his awakening, until she felt his touch as he gently stroked her hair. She lifted her head, to meet his smiling eyes, and a feeling of joy like none other she had ever felt filled her heart. Robert was at her side immediately, and she nodded to him as he left for the tray of broth and tea for Grey, and similar fare for her. No words were necessary between the two. Their eyes said it all. Excerpt from the Journal of Windgrey, Knight of the Round Table. I do not know for how long I lay sleeping, watched over by Felena, and later Robert. The time seemed to pass in a blur, with images, both vivid and vague flitting past my consciousness. I can only remember a few things from that state, which I can only describe as between sleep and death. I will do my best to put these images into words so that, in the future, I might look back on what I have written this day and say "oh yes...now I understand". The first thing I remember is the sound of many leaves rustling in a dense forest. The sound was all I could hear and I felt pushed along with the leaves, as if I was not in control of my destination. As I moved along with the blowing leaves I wondered if I was still in the sickly condition that I had last known myself to be in. As I raised my hand to look I realized that I could not see myself at all, it was as if I was not in my body at all. As I looked around I realized that the leaves continued to be blown along in one direction, as was I. For a long time I continued along with no idea where I was going, through the dark forest. And suddenly I was in a sunlight glade. It was as if the curtain of night had suddenly been withdrawn from the sky and the light of our star shone down upon the soft, green grasses with no more effort than a dew drop falling from a single blade of that grass. The trees gave way to this glade gladly and as I look around I was taken by the ethereal beauty of the place. Many animals rested by a small, clear stream that ran along one side of the glade, the wolf and the rabbit together, and fruit and berries grew in abundance throughout the length and breath of the place. As I was propelled further and further into the glade I realized that my consciousness, although not fading, was slowly becoming part of the glade. I could feel myself becoming more than I was and giving life and love to the plants and animals that inhabited the me that was the glade. The next thing I knew I was once again in a forest. This time however it was the dead of winter and I was cold and hungry. I had with me a bow and I knew that I was hunting, but for what I did not know. As I cast about I could see no tracks or spore. As I sat in my stand I shivered with the cold and the wind blew through my clothes to bite at my bones. Finally I could take it no more. I rose from my inactivity and my legs screamed in pain, but I pushed on. As I walked and walked I came upon a set of tracks. Suddenly a huge bear appeared in front of me, I knew fear then, I may tell you. As quickly as I could I knocked an arrow and drew back my mighty, enchanted bow. I knew, somehow that all I need do was release the arrow and the bear would be dead, and I would eat. Suddenly I also knew that it was not the bear that I had come here to hunt. I low'rd the bow and the bear looked at me and walked off into the woods, to vanish in the snow. I trekked on and suddenly a huge wolf appeared in front of me. It bared its teeth and prepared to rip my throat out and I drew back my mighty bow. As I aimed my magic arrow the wolf leaped through the air and as I was about to let fly I realized that the wolf was not my prey either. As I low'rd my bow the wolf disappeared into thin air. For hours I walk through the snow covered forest, my hunger gnawing relentlessly at my stomach. As I was preparing to clear a spot of snow so that I might lie down and die I came upon a bush bearing only 4 or 5 red, ripe berries. Dropping my bow and scattering my arrows I gathered unto me the berries, knowing that they meant my life. Just as I was moving them toward my mouth a doe appeared in front of me, half dead from starvation. It looked at me and I knew it was asking me to kill it. I also knew that if I acquiesced to it's request I could eat for days off its carcass. Instead of reaching for my bow, however I halved the berries and offered a portion to the doe. Timidly it approached and ate half my berries. Suddenly I was no longer hungry. The next, and last dream that I can recall, was perhaps the clearest one to my memory. Once again I was blind and I wandered through a vast empty room, or hall. All around me I could hear the sounds of people talking, cooking, living their lives in contentment and warmth. As I walked I tried to find my way towards these sounds, but could never find their source. I called out for help, but received no answer. Long into my own deep night I walked and walked through the dark hall, never a glimpse of light or a wisp of warmth. Suddenly I heard a voice that I knew. I could not place the voice, but I knew in my soul that it would lead me to help. As I walked toward the voice I heard it ask me if I was cold. "Yes" I answered "and also hungry but most of all I am blind". The voice clothed me in warm robes and disappeared. For hours more I walk through the hall until I smelled a wonderful aroma wafting through the air. I knew that if I followed the smell I would be feed. And indeed I was. But still I was blind. What could cure this horrible affliction that had befallen me? For many nights I walked through the depths of the monstrous hall asking who could help me find my way. Suddenly a small spot of light became known to me. Gasping for breath I began to run toward the growing light. It did not illuminate the room, but rather was directed right into my eyes, perhaps into my heart. Finally, when I could feel the breath burning in my chest and my heart felt as though it would burst from the strain I could see that the light was a doorway that lead out of the dark, dark hall that had held me prisoner for all my days. As I burst through the door I realized that I had been dreaming and that I was now awake. I also realized that I could now see, and in front of me was the last thing I had seen before falling into this dream sleep. Felena Home Grey regained strength enough during the next two days to begin moving about the room. Felena watched over him closely during that time, sleeping in front of the fire while he slept, and seeing that he increased his food intake as he was able to tolerate it. Robert and Gerald took turns standing guard outside the door. The two of them spent hours on end speaking of Winterbrook and her plans for the castle, and Grey interjected comments and suggestions where he thought things could work more smoothly. Felena listened intently to his reasoning, and made notes as they spoke, that she might implement some of his recommendations upon their return to the castle. By the end of the week, Grey appeared strong enough to make the trek to the castle, and so they set out just after daybreak, Grey riding at her back atop Silvermyst, as Gamble was in Camelot. She had gone the previous evening to the tailor and purchased for him suitable attire and light chain mail and a weapon from the local armory, for use until they could obtain his own. Gerald rode ahead scouting for danger along their route, that they might make the trip without mishap. They thanked Robert and rewarded him generously for all he had done for Grey before her arrival, and his assistance after she was there. As they began the journey to Winterbrook, Felena related to Grey, the story of how Robert came to be the "caretaker" of the inn. He chuckled, understanding fully for the first time why he so feared the wrath of KORT. She grimaced at him, ashamed that she had reacted so strongly, but that he had taken her so by surprise when he jerked her from the bench that night that she had responded automatically. He agreed that she had had to respond defensively, given the situation, for if he had been as powerful a spell caster as he was in strength, Felena would have been in grave danger. "Yes, I know," she replied. "Still, I would rather reason with someone than resort to violence." "It seems to me that you gave him every opportunity to rethink his attack, Fel." He reached around her, to take her chin in his hand, turning her so he could look into her eyes as he spoke. "You responded defensively, and from the looks of things, he has become a better person as a result. Had you shown no mercy, then I would be truly disappointed. And not only did you show mercy once, but in healing him, you again showed him mercy, for there are not many who would have healed the one who had attacked them without just cause." She met his gaze, knowing from his eyes she had responded justly. But there was more there, and he answered her unspoken question with a gentle kiss. A smile lit her face, though neither of them spoke their feelings as she turned Silvermyst onto the trail running the length of the Red Larch forest. She relaxed against Grey, and he encircled her waist with his arms as they continued on. The trees kept the temperature even by sheltering the path from the elements along this stretch, making for a pleasant ride. They traveled slowly, Felena pointing out to him areas of interest along the way where she could remember exploring as a child. Grey chuckled as she related an incident where she had gotten into mischief, learning a little of the origins of her willfulness. Their conversation was light and easy as they traveled, and before they knew it, they could see Winterbrook looming in the distance. They stopped briefly atop a ridge, so that she could show him the area previously sworn to be under the protection of her father, and Felena explained to him the necessity of seeing that the protection be reinstituted with out delay. She had sent a scroll to Lord Nasher regarding reports from some of the outlying smaller villages of at least weekly raids originating from the forests of Red Larch. She was certain that given the frequency of the raids, that the weaker of the two villages would soon fall. She had written in the missive, that she had reopened MacRorie Castle, with the desire to reestablish the security of the area. She had requested an audience with Lord Nasher, to discuss her concerns and her intentions. Winterbrook had only been targeted on few occasions following the defeat of her evil half brother, but the townsfolk had expressed that the raids had seemed to be increasing in frequency over the last several months. She expressed her concern over this to Grey as they continued on to Winterbrook. Windgrey was enchanted by the town, and wished to look about for a while, and Felena finally consented after he convinced her he was strong enough to do so. She gave him a tour of the village, introducing him to the townsfolk who stopped to greet her along the way. They spent some time in the open air market, and then sat at a Cafe' overlooking the river flowing nearby, drinking a mug of Chilly Mead and chatting quietly while sharing a platter of fresh fruit and cheese. Their conversation was comfortable, flowing easily between them and before they knew it, the sun was setting. Felena payed the innkeep for their meal and soon they were riding across the drawbridge of MacRorie Castle. As they entered the courtyard, she noticed that some horses were there. She recognized them as belonging to her sisters Blackcoral, and Nalika. There was also another one there which she did not recognize. Nalika, Grey's twin, rushed into the courtyard before Felena had pulled Silvermyst to a complete halt, concern written across her face as she looked upon her brother. Coral and Iser followed closely behind her, as Grey dismounted and was folded into his sister's embrace. Relieved to see the Guild Healer in attendance, she greeted her sisters warmly, with open gratitude for their quick response to her scroll. They ushered him inside, the ride finally having taken its toll, and put him to bed in the room next to Felena's in the family wing, so that she might keep a watch over him. He was asleep very shortly, and Felena left him in Iser's capable hands as she, Nal and Coral went into the main hall in search of some mead. Coral caught Felena by the arm as her knees became weak and helped her to a nearby bench, alarm written across her face. She smiled wearily at her and said, "Don't fret so, sis. I am just tired. It has been a trying week." Coral nodded at her, taking a seat next to her, Nal on the other side, as she began to tell them of the events leading up to her being informed of Grey's whereabouts, and the vigil preceding their coming back to the castle. Madeline brought a tray of Mead and warm bread from the kitchen, set it quietly on the table, and discretely departed. "I truly thought we had lost him," she said as she finished the telling. Nal placed an arm around Felena's shoulder and gave her a warm hug. "Thank you for looking after him," she said. "Tyr surely had a hand in seeing him to safety," replied Felena. "Although, Grey said at one point, just before he fell into the deep sleep, that Tyr had rendered him blind." She was unable to offer them further information regarding this event, though, as Grey had been vague in his telling of it to her, still visibly shaken by the encounter with the mighty Tyr. They sat there quietly, each lost in their own thoughts for a time, sipping their mead. Their bond was strong, needing no words to pass between them, just enjoying the comfort of each others' company. After a time, Cesali appeared at Felena's side, informing her she had drawn her a hot bath, and she smiled warmly at the girl, giving her a hug, bidding her to show her sisters to their rooms in the family wing and to provide them with what ever they required. She then turned to Coral and Nal, embracing them both again, and making arrangements to meet them for the evening meal. She watched as they followed Cesali down the hall, then turned to the kitchen to speak briefly with Madeline regarding the evening meal, and light fare for Grey if he awoke this night. She felt sure though, that he would sleep the night through, as the ride and tour of the town had taken its toll. Madeline offered to relieve Iser so that she might eat with them, and she thanked her enthusiastically. She stopped to look in on Grey before entering her rooms, and was greeted by Iser's warm smile. "He sleeps peacefully, my sister," she said. "He is just tired from the journey. I have given him some herbs to help him rest, and to speed his recovery. Upon examination, I have found no other signs of injury or affliction. It will take time for him to gain his full strength back, but he is strong of will and pure of heart. I have no doubt he will be restored to his former self in no time." Felena smiled gratefully at the Healer. "Thank you, sis," she said. "I am so glad you are here. My abilities are not so great as yours, and I was worried that I might have missed something." Iser smiled reassuringly, and replied, "Your healing abilities are far greater than you give yourself credit for. All they need is refining." Honored by the compliment, Felena thanked her again, showed her the room where she would sleep, and called to Cesali as she exited Coral's room next door. She made sure Iser's needs were met before going to her waiting bath.